Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ FALLEN ❯ Better off forgotten ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FOUR

Better off

Forgotten

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
-Jean de La Fontaine

 

Jensang awoke in his room, sprawled across the bed. He threw off the covers and ran into the bathroom. He held onto the sink and glared into the mirror, he stumbled back, surprised, even though he knew he shouldn't be. His reflection was not his own. Like every morning since he had left Japan two months ago, since the day he had `awaken', he was glaring into the eyes of Jensel. And no matter how much he wished for it to be, none of it was a dream. Camael, Kanna, and even Satan were very real. He chuckled, still unsure of his sanity. The bathroom door swung open, Take standing in the doorway. Take squinted in the florescent lighting of the bathroom, fixing his tie. “What the hell are you doing?” he whined. Jensang stared at him for a moment.

“I…nothing. Bad dream. Sorry.” He smiled wearily, letting go of the porcelain sink. Take scoffed.

“Well hurry up! We're going to be late for school!” he sighed, walking down the hall.

“What?” Jensang huffed, following him.

“Oh did I forget to mention that I enrolled you into a high school.” Take walked into the bathroom in his and Julia's bedroom. Jensang scowled at the clothes stern across the floor. Not that his room was any better. “But you said-” he frowned, leaning against the wall.

“I said that you had to pass 10th grade to come live with me! The conditions for living with me and Julia are that you have to finish high school and at least apply for college.”

“B-But Take I told my manager I'd work full time!” Jensang yelled. Take rolled his eyes. “You can still work! Just after school!”

“I don't even know if I'll be alive long enough to apply for college!” he whined. Take poked his head out of the bathroom. “What?!” he hissed.

“I-I didn't mean it like that! I just…I'll go get ready for school.” Jensang sighed. He pushed away from the wall and frowned. He sighed again. Maybe going to school here wouldn't be so bad. It would be a distraction from the dread that gnawed at him ever waking minute when he was still. Perhaps whatever the reason angels were trying to kill him in Japan wouldn't be here in London. The thought was comforting, though he knew it was far from being true. He smiled, reassuring himself. “Yeah. I can do this.” He smirked, walking down the hall and into the bathroom.

Jensang sighed and looked at the three scars on his back in the mirror on the back of his door, wondering if they would ever heal and how he would explain this to girls in the summer. The two parallel to each other were from his wings. The other was from his fight with Satan. That mirrored the one on his chest from when Satan's sword went through him. Every time he got out of the shower, they looked fresh and irritated. He shuttered as saw his wings shift in their discomfort, trapped beneath his flesh. Jensel had told him that the trick was to use them, then he would get used to them.

“They look just the same yesterday as they do today. Now please for the love of God put on some clothes.” Jensel yelled inside of his head. Jensang rolled his eyes and walked over to his dresser. He smiled to himself, he had a dresser, he had a bookshelf, he had a desk and a bed that his feet didn't hang out of. He shook his head, chuckling at the fact that something as small as that could make him feel joyous. Jensang pulled out boxers, black jeans and a black wife beater. Putting them on in that order. He put on his deodorant and a dash of cologne. Out of his closet he pulled out a white cotton button down shirt. He threw it on carelessly along with his black and white chucks. He walked back over to his door and pulled the golden cross necklace from around the doorknob. He frowned and looked at it for a moment. He shook his head and dropped it in the trashcan. The last thing he needed to be reminded of was God or her.

Jensang sighed as Jensel began his usual rant about the importance of `accepting' his so called destiny and embracing his unique gifts. He said that Jensang's impudence and denial would ultimately lead to their death at the hands of the Powers. Jensang sighed again as he retorted with his same answer. “All I have to tell them is that I won't take part in anything. A neutral party. I mean they are angels right? They have to respect that.” Jensang rolled his eyes as he walked down the steps, continuing his one-sided conversation with Jensel.

“You actually think that the Powers will turn the other cheek because you are a coward? Heh, perhaps you do deserve to die. Then the world will be rid of ignorance and cowardice.” Jensel mocked. Jensang grimaced.

“I am not an angel of God. As far as I'm concerned you are just a figment of my over active imagination. They make a pill for that you know!” Jensang hissed.

“Who are you talking to?” Julia smiled weakly as she stepped around him and into the kitchen. He opened his mouth to speak. He probably did look crazy to anyone else. He smiled weakly. “J-just thinking out loud.” He chuckled, leaning against a chair. She gave him one of those I-think-he's-insane looks, but smiled anyway. It was silent. So awkward it was almost painful. Jensang felt a twinge of guilt. The newly wed couple has their whole lives ahead of them and their privacy. But here comes the bad seed, forced to live with them. Jensang sighed, he'd apologize one day. He plopped down at the kitchen table after Julia had left. He grimaced as Take smacked him on the back, making his wings shift in discomfort.

“Let's go!” he smiled, pulling on his coat.

“I'll take my bike.” Jensang groaned as he got out of his seat.

“No way. As soon as I leave, you won't go. It won't be that bad, I promise, it'll be just like home.” Take opened the garage door.

“That's what I'm afraid of.” Jensang mumbled as he stared longingly at the lightening yellow and black Yamaha rocket motorcycle he got as an early 16th birthday present to himself over the summer. The car ride was longer than Jensang had anticipated. Take was desperate for conversation. Only to be shot down at every attempt. It was hard enough to focus on one conversation with out getting lost. Jensang was terrified his brain would explode if he had to worry about two.

“What the heck's wrong with you?” Take slammed on the breaks. Jensang was thrown out of his mental dispute as his head hit the dash bored. “What the fuck?!” he yelled. Take smacked the back of his head. “Language!” He hissed, pointing out the window. Jensang glanced in the direction he was pointing in. It was the cathedral. Jensang chuckled. Oh the irony. He licked his lips, irritated. “Take, why are we at a cathedral?” Jensang grimaced.

“It's also a Catholic school. See? So the transition won't be so hard. It'll be just like back home.” Take smiled. Jensang raised his eyebrow. “I could kill you right now. You know? It would bring me great pleasure to just watch the life slip away from your eyes.” Jensang mumbled as he got out of the car.

“What was that?” Take smiled. Jensang shook his head.

“Well, here's your schedule. And try and make a good impression will ya?” Take handed him his schedule through the window.

“Whatever.” Jensang mumbled, pocketing it as Take drove off. He glared at the church, his eyes wandering to a particular stained glass window that depicted the back of an angel, wings spread and arms outstretched. It was a very peculiar picture to have depicted in front of a church. If you looked at it out of the corner of your eye it looked as though the angel were falling. He shuddered.

“You see, it doesn't matter if you choose to stay neutral. Fate will twist and weave the path you have chosen until the lines between neutral and right in the thick of things have blurred so badly that you will have to fight. You cannot escape destiny so except me and my help already!” Jensel hissed. Jensang clenched his fist. “I am the shaper of my own destiny! Fate'll just have to get used to being ignored.” He growled, crossing the street.

He pushed open the heavy wooden doors. He marveled at the twisted beauty of the inside. The sun did not shine through the, what seemed like hundreds, of stained glass that lined the chapel. They gave off an eerie blue and green glow on the stone floor. The pews were a deep cherry wood. Candles were lit everywhere. The church bell tolled somewhere in a belfry, it was the ten o-clock hour. At the front of the chapel was a huge pipe organ. Its pipes traveled up the wall and stopped just above the ceiling. Below the strange stained glass window of the falling angel was the choir stand. Jensang shuddered; it was a holy place, on hollow ground. He felt as if in any moment he would be expelled from this majestic place.

“You must be the new student.” Someone said behind him. He jumped, startled slightly. He turned around and smiled. He cleared his throat as he stared at a priest. He wasn't sure if the priest was either man or woman. It was short, with unnatural blue eyes. They were too insightful. Its hair was a faded red and cut into a bob.

“I'm Father Patrick McCarthy” He-Jensang assumed, since Patrick was not a feminine name-smiled, holding out his hand. Jensang grimaced as they shook something seemed off about him.

“Would you like a tour before I show you to your class?” he smiled. Jensang shook his head; he glared at the man who had walked out of a confessional. He didn't look human either. His flowing silver hair sparkled like glass; his cold gaze fell upon Jensang, making him shudder.

“No, I'm sure I can find my own way.” Jensang pulled his hand away quickly.

“I insist.” Hissed father Patrick through a false smile. Jensang shrugged. His jaw tightened as he resisted the urge to flee from this place.

“This is the main chapel where we hold sun-”Patrick began.

“I told you, I don't need a tour. I'm an involuntary frequent visitor.” He grumbled; another one of Take's rules.

“Involuntary?” father Patrick scoffed. “Coming to worship the Lord of Lords should never be forced my child.” He smiled. Jensang shook his head. “Let's just say I'm not one of God's favorites.” He smiled. Patrick chuckled.

“God loves all his children, even if they do stray from the path that leads to him. No one is too far gone for his embrace.”

“Don't worry. I don't like God that much either.” Jensang smiled at how appalled he looked. Patrick shuddered. “They were right about you.” He mumbled. Jensang glared at him.

“What do you mean by that?” he growled, defensively. Patrick chuckled.

“That you lacked faith.” He smiled. Jensang grimaced.

“Well, here is your class.” He smiled. Jensang nodded his thanks and stepped into the classroom.

That strange yet familiar sense of discomfort rooted itself deep within his stomach as all eyes followed him across the room. The teacher smiled. “You must be the new student.” She stood and shook his hand. He nodded.

“Class! If I may have your attention for a few minutes.” She smiled. They all looked up. “This is your new classmate Jensang Okinawa”

“Kiddo.” Jensang retorted quickly.

“I'm sorry. Jensang Kiddo. I want you all to make him feel welcomed! Okay?” she smiled.

“Yes Mrs. Brown.” The class said in unison. It was creepy to him. Jensang hung his head and began to move to the back of the room.

“Uh Jensang? Why don't you tell us a little about yourself before you take your seat?” Mrs. Brown said sweetly. Jensang stopped mid step and turned around. He faced the class once more, filling his cheeks with air. He let it out slowly and smiled weakly. He was never good at meeting new people.

“I lived in Tsuruga, Japan with my brother's family. I speak English fluently, so don't talk to me like I'm slow.” Jensang glared around the room. A girl in the front row raised her hand. He nodded towards her. He thought she was cute. Her dark chocolate eyes bore into his as she smiled. Her lip-gloss covered lips gleaming in the florescent lighting of the classroom. Jensang looked her over quickly. Her brown hair was pinned up in a bizarre hairstyle. It meshed nicely with her mocha skin complexion. Her brown eyes shimmered mischievously.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Why did you come here?” she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Jensang sighed.

“…Things happen.” He said callously. Everyone in the room seemed to shrink back. He chuckled.

“Did you kill anybody?” The girl smiled, innocently. Jensang stared at her, his jaw tightened.

“Raven that's quiet enough. Um…you may take your seat in the back next to Dante. Dante, please raise your hand.” The teacher said sharply as she pointed to the back. The only other Japanese boy in the class raised his hand lazily. Jensang sighed in relief to get from underneath the microscope. The boy named Dante held out his hand. Jensang accepted it and they shook, but pulled back quickly, as did Dante. There was an electric shock. They both laughed once in discomfort. Dante looked tall, even sitting. His eyes were dark blue; his long, black hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail that stopped at his midriff.

“The names Dante Hakodate.” Dante smiled. Jensang nodded as class began again. His eyes found their way to the girl up front. He couldn't help but feel suspicious under his current circumstances. “She's something ain't she?” Dante chuckled. He nodded, sliding back in his seat. He glanced at Dante. They weren't talking about the same girl. Dante had his eyes on the girl next to Raven. She had long blonde hair, and that's about all Jensang could see. He sighed, that in itself wasn't a good sign.

The day droned on slowly. By third period he had memorized his `new student' speech. Luckily, Dante was in majority of his classes. He had explained to Jensang that after 1st period, the school was segregated. The teachers said that the opposite sex would just distract them from their studies.

“Bullshit.” Dante adjusted himself in his chair at the lunch table. He took a bite out of the bread on his tray.

“You see it only distracts us more! Since we're not integrated with the fairer sex, we keep thinking about lunch.” He smirked, winking at the girls who walked past him, waving. “The only time of the day, other than first period, we have with them.” He nodded. Jensang chuckled.

“You thought about this for a while haven't you?” he smirked.

“Damn straight.” he laughed, particles of food flying across the table. He swallowed and scowled at the screeching of the chair being pulled out next to Jensang.

“Afternoon gents.” Raven smiled, scooting up to the table. She set her bag lunch on the table.

“What do you want?” Dante growled. Raven smiled devilishly, dumping out the contents of her lunch. “You should know what I want by now snake boy.” She stuck her tongue in and out quickly. Dante cracked his knuckles.

“Snake boy?” Jensang asked. Dante glared at him, Raven beamed.

“He has this weird…fetish for snakes.” She chuckled, taking a bite out of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, still half wrapped in plastic wrap.

“Something like that.” Dante mumbled, glancing over his shoulder. “I'll be back.” He stood up. He grabbed the back of Jensang's neck and forced him to look at Raven. “Don't listen to a word she says. Got it?” he hissed. Jensang nodded awkwardly. Dante let go and walked over to the table across from theirs, where the blonde girl sat. Jensang stared at her, loosing himself in his thoughts. He felt the slow growl rumble in the back of his throat. He knew where he'd seen her before. He knew that he had to stay away from her no matter what.

“Her name is Danielle.” Raven smiled. Jensang glanced at her then down at his half-eaten lunch. “What?” he asked.

“The blonde, her name is Danielle. She's nice I guess, a bit of a goody, goody though. I never pegged her for your type. I thought you only went out with damsels in distress Mr. Hero.” She smirked. Jensang scoffed.

“Who says I'm interested? And what the hell do you know about `my type' any way.” he huffed; she was beginning to annoy him.

“I'm just saying. But her heart's belongs to Dante. It doesn't seem like from the way they argue all the time but that's the way it always has been and always will be. The sad thing is that it always ends the same way.”

“How do you know that? Don't tell me its `destiny'.”

“I know a lot of things. Like the fact that you could have saved them. All of them Jensang. It's entirely your fault that they're dead. But I guess you already knew that or else you wouldn't be here.” She smiled, staring at him. Jensang leered at her.

“You don't know squat about me or my life. So I suggest you shut your trap before you get hurt.” He growled, pushing away from the table with his lunch tray.

“You know, Grey was right about one thing. You are a coward.” She called after him. Jensang stopped mid-step. “I- I don't know who you're talking about.” He said; dumping his tray in the trashcan.

“You can't run-” Raven began but was cut off by the lunch bell. On to 4th period.

He sighed as the 7th period bell rang, wondering if the day would ever end. It was only his first day there and he already had a mountain of homework due the next day. He was pushed aside by someone rushing to get to class, his newly acquired books tumbling to the floor. “FUCKER!” he barked. People stopped and stared. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT DAMMIT?!” He yelled and they scattered. “Shit.” He mumbled under his breath as he knelt down to pick up his things. Jensang shifted his weight from the balls of his feet to his tailbone, plopping down on the tiled floor. His moaned, resting his head on the wall, closing his eyes. “What's the point?” he mumbled to himself. His eyes jerked open just in time to see someone storm past him. It was a girl. Not just any girl, it was Danielle. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her as she practically barreled down the empty hallway. He looked down the hall. Dante Hakodate standing not far behind her.

“DANIELLE!” he yelled.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled, turning around. She staggered back, startled by how close he had managed to get. He grabbed her arm.

“Not until we talk!” he growled.

“There's nothing to talk about-let me go!” she yelled. Danielle grunted as he jerked her forward. Jensang stood and grabbed Dante's wrist, who seemed surprised by his `sudden' appearance.

“Let go Hakodate.” He hissed.

“Stay out of this.” Dante chided, his eyes locked on to Jensang's, warning him.

“Let her go.” Jensang whispered. Dante grimaced as Jensang's grip tightened. He let go of Danielle, yanking his arm out of Jensang's clutch. He stormed down the hall, disappearing around a corner. Jensang sighed and turned around to face Danielle. She was short for a senior. Her eyes were a dazzling brown, practically hidden by her long bangs. He smiled.

“Thanks.” Danielle mumbled. The smile quickly faded from his face as his eyes fell open the necklace that rested upon her torso. It was a rusted cross. He felt a longing from the bottom of his heart, his hand reached up, cupping the necklace in his trembling fingers. “Where did you get this?” He asked, his voice barley a whisper. Danielle stiffened, suddenly defensive. “It's a family air loom.” She said dryly. Jensang could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the prickling feeling ran up his arm and spread through out his body. He tensed as his fingers closed around her trinket. “Beautiful.” He smiled at her. Danielle half smiled in return.

“Thanks.” She pulled it away from him, tucking it into her shirt. She jogged down the hall in the opposite direction.

Jensang sighed and turned back to his book, startled when he saw Dante holding them. He took a cautious step towards Dante, before being slammed into the wall. His books, slamming into his chest. He gasped. Dante's forearm was pressed against his neck, putting pressure on his windpipe.

“Unless you want your school year to be a living hell, then you stay away from her. Got it?” Dante growled. Jensang nodded slowly.

“Good.” Dante pulled back; he put his hands in his pocket. “Come on, we're late for class.” He sighed. Jensang stared at the back of Dante's head. The searing warmth of anger boiling in his chest and coursing through his veins like fire. Soon to engulf him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as that prickling sensation spread through out his body. He dropped his books and clenched his fist. The feeling faded as a hand clamped down on his shoulder, his head jerked to the right to see a smiling upperclassman. His eyes were an icy blue and his hair was bleached blonde. His smile was bone chilling.

“Shouldn't you be in class friend?” he squatted down and picked up one of Jensang's books. He rested a hand in between Jensang's shoulder blades and pressed the book into his chest. Jensang's arms shot up to seize the book. He scowled and squatted down, picking up the rest of them. The boy smiled.

“You're the new kid right? You lost?” he beamed. Jensang shrugged. He glanced down the hall at Dante, who surprisingly was still standing there, glaring at him and the strange upperclassmen. There was passion and hatred in his eyes. One might see this look when staring into the eyes of one's mortal enemy. As Jensang and the boy passed, he just smiled and nodded at Dante, his hand still firmly on Jensang's shoulder. Dante blinked and looked away. For a second his face housed the saddest eyes Jensang had ever seen. But it hardened, becoming stone in an instant. Dante walked slowly in the opposite direction

“Aren't you coming Dante?” said the upper classmen. Dante stopped and turned around; dragging his feet as he did what he was told.

 

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Jensang sat on the metro bus impatiently; he was late for work. He drummed his thumb on his CD player and looked out the window. “Shit.” He mumbled. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally stopped. He cantered down the aisle, skipping the steps and hoping straight to the curb. He took off running the two blocks to the restaurant. A string of curses flowing freely from his mouth. Everything past by in a blur as the hot sun beat down on his back. He came to a screeching halt in front of the store. He hunched over, resting his hands on his knees, his chest heaving up and down slowly.

“J-Jay?” Someone said. Jensang looked up to see his co-worker, Robert. Jensang thought little of the kleptomaniac.

“What?” he wheezed.

“Y-You were flying! You had wings!” Robert put his hands on his head, a huge grin across his slender face. Jensang chuckled. He was a tall and gangly little nobody with pierced eyebrows, lower lip and tongue. Tattoos of dragons, snakes, spiders and band names covered his arms, neck and back. He changed his hair more than he changed his boxers. Just last week his hair was dyed neon green and spiked into a Mohawk. Now it was cut short and the darkest Jensang had ever seen it. Onyx black like the eyeliner that lined his frost bite blue eyes.

“Wings? Ri-i-i-ight. Rob, I think you've been in the kitchen a little too long. Maybe you should get outta the heat.” Jensang stood and smiled smugly. Rob rolled his eyes and mocked Jensang's laughter. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep laughin' I dare ya!”

“Ha.”

“Anyways, Bernie wants to see ya like now.” He scowled. Jensang groaned and pushed open the door. He stuck to the walls, keeping his eyes down, avoiding the lunch crowd. He pushed open the door to the kitchen. He took another deep breath before walking up to a large man, smoking a cigarette by the back door. This was Bernie, the owner and chef of his small Italian restaurant.

“You wanted to see me?” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Bernie glanced at him before turning back to his cigarette. He took one more puff of it and flicked it out the door.

“Yeah.” Bernie mumbled back, he wiped his hands on his apron that rested on his huge belly.

“Jensang, I like you, kid. My customers like you. And I hate to have to fire you.” Bernie croaked; his raspy voice was huskier than usual. He stared at Jensang with his droopy eyes. He was clearly distressed.

“Look I'm sorry I'm late! I had this thing I had to do! I won't be late again!” Jensang pleaded.

“It's not that. It's just, I need someone to work full time, I thought that was you but-”

“No, no, no! I can work full time!” Jensang sighed.

“Na! I made up my mind. And besides. I want you to finish yo' education.”

“I don't give a shit about school!” Jensang yelled. Bernie gave him a stern look.
“Look Jensang. Finish school. Make something of yourself, then the money will come to you? Alright. But if you're still a deadbeat afta ya graduate, there will always be a job here for ya. Okay?” Bernie waddled over to Jensang and put his hand on his shoulder. Jensang sighed and nodded.

“That's my boy!” Bernie chuckled. “Now get outta here.” He ruffled Jensang hair. He waddled back over to the back door. He pulled out another cigarette out of the box in his pocket. Jensang shook his head. Those cancer sticks would be the death of that man. He chuckled as he walked over to

Bernie, pulling a cigarette from the pack. “Got a light?” Jensang put it between his lips as Bernie lit a match. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke wallow in his lungs before sending it into the world.

 

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Jensang cursed as he tripped over his own feet. He swayed on his feet as he slowly made his way to Take's house. Rob had taken him drinking to `celebrate' Jensang's verbal pink slip. That was five hours ago. The night air was thick and warm like the day, only adding to the fog that plagued his mind. He smiled at the beer bottle still in his hand. “You're my only friend in the whole wide thing!” he drained the bottle and threw it on the ground.

“You're pathetic.” Jensel hissed.

“You shut up!” Jensang yelled, pointing at his reflection in a shop window. “You got no damn right!” he yelled.

“Fool! I have every right when you violate your body with the nectar of imbeciles and toxins that cloud your sense of moral!” Jensel yelled back.

“Oh boo hoo! Go get your own body!”

“This is my body! And I will not have you destroying it! Honestly, have you stepped back and looked at your wretched life?”

“EXACTLY! MY WRETCHED LIFE! MINE! And as long as I live, there is not a damn thing you can do about it!” Jensang yelled. Jensel fell silent, glowering at Jensang.

Rob came around the corner, laughing like the maniac he was, clutching something close to his chest. “AH WHAT A RUSH!” he yelled. “WHOO!” he cried. Jensang sighed. “Go give it back.” He said dryly. Rob straightened up and hid whatever it was that he was clutching behind his back.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” He smiled.

“Oh really? So you won't mind if I call your parole officer and tell him you're out past curfew?” Jensang chuckled, pulling Rob's cell phone from his back pocket. Rob glared at him.

“When did you take that?” He barked.

“At the bar. Now give me the bag, and I'll give you you're phone, and we'll just forget all about tonight huh?” He held out his hand. Rob sucked his teeth and handed Jensang a bright pink book bag. In turn, Jensang dropped Rob's phone in his hand.

“Hey, tough break with Bernie n all. I guess I'll see ya around kid.” Rob patted him on the back. Jensang shrugged. “Maybe.” He mumbled waving goodbye to Rob as they parted ways.

Jensang stumbled through Take's front door two hours later. The light flicked on and he hissed in his brief seconds of blindness.

“Do you know what time it is?” To his surprise, Julia said. She was standing in front of him in her blue bathrobe. He smirked.

“Not really.” He grumbled, walking past her. She caught hold of his arm.

“It's eleven o' clock. Two hours past your established curfew. And have you been drinking?” she shrunk back as the smell of booze washed over her.

“Does it matter?” he chuckled. She smacked him. Jensang stared at her in confusion and anger.

“I don't know what your parents allowed you to get away with in Japan but you're under my roof now! You will respect me and your brother. And the rules we set for you! Do I make myself clear?” She said. Jensang stared her down. Hoping to intimidate her. Julia didn't flinch.

“Crystal.” He hissed. She let go of his arm and walked into the kitchen. Jensang stormed up the steps and closed the door to his room. He rolled his eyes and mocked Julia silently. He sat down on his bed, setting the bright pink backpack next to him. He dumped the contents of the girl's- he assumed- bag on his bed and sighed. He sifted through the pile of schoolbooks and fictional novels. Taking the only thing of interest, a whinny the pooh wallet.

“Luca Ayase.” He lay back as he looked at the back of her library card. Her wallet didn't hold anything but. He looked in the back and smiled. “Jackpot.” He pulled four twenty-dollar bills from her wallet, pocketing two of them. He slowly began to throw the Luca's things back in her bag. A journal dropped to the floor. He sighed irritably as he reached over the edge of his bed to pick it up. The book had haphazardly opened to the last word-riddled page. Jensang skimmed the page briefly, before stopping at one specific passage. It read:

The dreams I have been having can't be called anything but bizarre. It's odd; today we had the pleasure of getting a new student, the boy from my dreams. When I saw him, I was sure I had fallen asleep in Ms. Brown's class. It was weird. Raven asked him why he came here. He gave the class this look. I don't know how to describe it. Dark? Murderous even. Crudely, he replied `things happen. ' And of course, we're all wondering `like what?'. Then Raven asks `Did you kill anybody?' He looked shocked; I mean he literally went pale when she asked. Ms. Brown scolded Raven of course and he sat down. I doubt he would have answered anyway. Then again, Raven's never wrong. It makes me wonder; perhaps it is sheer coincidence that I've been dreaming about him for some time now. The boy that was standing before the class today seemed so different from the savior I have dreamt about. It makes me wonder if my dreams are really a premonition like Raven said. I doubt if I believe her though. His name is Jensang Okinawa. My dream savior (See page 52). What a joke, this boy is a far cry from the man that saves me.

The entry ended. Jensang glared at the page, this girl was all too observant and left out several key facts. Like the fact that he was cute, charming, witty, smart and prone to the weird. Maybe this is why he ended up with this girl's book. He glared at the word Okinawa. He grabbed a pen from his bedside table and scratched it out, writing Kiddo above it. He flipped to page 52. He skimmed the page again stopping where the dream began.

I can only remember so much of it. I remember the smell of smoke and hearing the flames. I remember seeing angels, with swords made out of fire. I ran to the church even though it too was engulfed in flames. And there he stood. In front of that haunting window. His eyes were smoldering like the inferno around us, they said so much, when he said but three words. Holding out his rough hand `Come with me?' he asks. Of course being me, I'm hesitant in my decision. If I don't the flames will destroy me as well as everything it touches. I take his hand and he holds me tightly in his arms, so tight it was as if he were to let go, I'd disappear. We crash through the window, spiraling down towards the snow-covered ground, and then I awoke with these turquoise beads on my wrist.

Jensang shut the book slowly and looked down. Her ran his hand over his face and shook his head. “Couldn't be.” He mumbled; referring to the turquoise prayer beads he'd launched in the ocean back in Japan, the one Grey's father gave him. The thought of Grey made his stomach churn. He missed his best friend dearly. He lay back, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how he had denied him earlier that day. Jensang sighed. He told himself that had to let go. That he had to forget all of the people and all the things he left behind in Japan. Even if some of those things followed him here. But the memories were all to disturbing to forget. Like movie playing in the back of his mind.

His fist came into contact with Grey's stomach. Blood flew from Grey's mouth, his body went stiff. Jensang stepped back, staring into Satan's cat-like eyes. Grey gasped, gripping the sword that impelled him through the stomach. His mouth, open in a silent scream.

“I was getting bored. Your friend was in my way.” He purred, kicking Grey off his sword. Grey's rigid body slammed into Jensang. He gasped and held on to Jensang tightly.

“I'm…I'm so sorry…I didn't…I don't know-oh God! I don't want to die!” Grey whimpered, clawing at his back.

Jensang grimaced at how broken Grey's voice sounded. If Jensel had never been apart of his life, things may have turned out better. He would still be in Japan, Grey and Mr. Izumi would still be alive. Maybe his entire life would be different. He covered his eyes and frowned, he wasn't drunk anymore, but how he longed to be. A knock on the door that made him jump. He sat up quickly, shoving the book back in Luca's bag, kicking it under his bed.

“Come in.” he yelled. Take gave him a shaming look as he stood in the doorway. He sighed, knowing he was about to get an earful.

“Julia told me that you stayed out past curfew and that you've been drinking. Is that true?” he crossed his arms.

“What? Don't trust the love of your life?” Jensang retorted coldly.

“I just thought I'd give you the benefit of the doubt. Have it your way then. Jensang, I told you things would be different here. We actually care about what happens to you.

So until you can get your own place, you live by our rules. Okay?” Take sat down on his bed.

“Bull. How can I get my own place when I can't work?” Jensang mumbled.

“What happened to Bernie?”

“I got fired shit head, what do you think happened?” Jensang barked.

“Fuck you!” Take yelled back. They sat in silence for a long while. Jensang pursed his lips together. “…I'm sorry.” He mumbled. “I'm used to my freedom. I grew accustomed to being on my own you know. Its gunna take a lot of adjusting to this whole `we care about you' thing.” He shrugged.

“Look all I'm asking is that you try a little harder okay?” Take stood up, walking over to the door.

“Whatever.”

“Break curfew one more time and I'll whatever you right upside your head.” Take sneered, closing the door behind him. Jensang laughed once before turning out his lights and staring up at the ceiling until his body finally pried sleep from its `gray area'.

 

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